We Are Overcome
Photography is a hard-sold arena right now. There are several different teams playing, the fans are all screaming at the tops of their lungs, and more than a few people have lost their shirts in the name of expression:
There are the fine art photographers – purists who revere pioneers like Adams and Brassai – and there are street photographers who document the world as if by curious accident. There are erotic photographers who get off on being the cuck in any given situation, and of course, fashion photographers are in the game, too.
The thing is, even the most raw dog Mapplethorpe photographs look a little vanilla.
Then we stumbled upon Haris Nukem’s Instagram profile, and let’s just say we needed some alone time the likes of which have rendered our left hands useless for the next hour or so. Pardon us while we pop a few zinc supplements and rehydrate.
Before you go any further, do yourself a favor and make sure you have a gallon of water within arm’s reach. The thirst is real for Haris Nukem.
Nukem’s artist statement reads, “[His] work documents the varied faces of human animalism, capturing moments of heightened freedom – be it through love, friendship, opulence, sex, or celebration. His subjects exhibit an unbridled ease, enabling him to capture their fall into various stages of indulgence, chaos or triumph… Nukem is delightfully aware of our capacity for carnal behavior…”
We couldn’t have said it better ourselves. Bloggers, puppies, babies and celebrities flood Instagram with too many polished, predictable pictures; we’re numb to it all before we even scroll. Everyone is selling you shit All. Damn. Day.
But Nukem’s photography is like tasting a ripe cherry for the first time. You want that juice all over your face, it’s that good. Who cares what you look like – it’s about that feeling, that sensation from something so rich and so new.
We forgot what it felt like to be overcome. Now we remember, and we’re grateful for it.